"Come Again Brian?"

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“Come Again Brian?”

First Lieutenant George McLean

Chief Engineer

USS Reaent- NCC-3345-G

 

“What’s this all about anyway Brian?” The question beat over and over in his head as he mulled over his recent discussion with Assistant Chief Medical Officer, Brian Smith. George had had his run-ins with Brian over the past couple of years. For example, there was that time when Captain Michaels, in a moment of disillusionment had transferred command to Brian, flabbergasting both Debbie Matthews and George. Nevertheless, Brian seemed to be a level-headed guy and George found that he could trust his medical expertise just as comparable to Dr. Matthews.

 

What was it all about? George asked himself over and over again. Earlier he had cross-referenced the Engineers on board Reaent who were both female and had telepathic abilities. The results revealed three fairly reliable Engineers: Katlyn Fornadly, Sarah Clawson and Erin Jones. According to the description that Brian gave to George and Lieutenant Hickok, also present at the meeting, seemed to match Fornadly.

 

What did he do? All George knew was that two men ended up in Sickbay with bad bruises over this woman. Sure she was known to be playful, but most of the singles on board acted this way. What else is there to do when you’re stuck on a ship for large periods of time? This was the way George had acted back in his twenties. Of course, he was beyond that now, but he still remembered those days.

 

George felt himself wishing that he hadn’t sat through this meeting. The repercussions of such knowledge made him feel uneasy and he dreaded seeing Miss Fornadly for fear of giving himself away. She was a teep; she obviously would be able to tell if there was something wrong in George’s demeanor. What if she finds out that I know something I shouldn’t?

 

George continued to worry as he learned over his console. Even as he was distracted with activity, he couldn’t stop thinking about a dreaded encounter with Fornadly that had the potential to produce unknown results. Yet, George’s worry was soon replaced with a greater worry. Alarms began blaring and within moments George knew what had happened. One of the probes that his team had prepared failed to launch and the detonator timer had already begun its 150 second countdown.

 

“Mr. Marish…!” George yelled into his combadge.

Edited January 22, 2005 by FstLtMcLean